LA FOUINE – La fête des mères (English lyrics)

1st verse :
Legalization of gay marriage, congrats my nigga
My girl comes back from the Caribbean with drugs in her ass
I’m married to the streets : yeah I ate the kola nuts
Shoutout to my crazy clique, my nigga, Banlieue Sale #BS’bollah
We’re gonna fuck shit up, we’re gonna drive them crazy, arboula, arbé, lingala, peul
Loaded gun, shut the fuck up, I was born alone but I won’t die alone
2-3 trophies : ask Trace TV who is the boss
Fouiny Baby is covered in gold nigga, little hater, go roll yourself a joint of heroin
Police van, jail cell, blunt, robbery, coke, cops
Tours, platinum, promotion, TV, radio, Popstars
Life is having a finger in a pussy, the other on the trigger
Homie, I rather end up in prison than to not have anything in my plate
Reta-retaliations, get your gun out : do it !
You got money stashed away, but the cops busted you
Baby baby baby, I rap while wheeling my bike
Deny all the dirt you got caught in : nigga do it, do it, do it

Bridge :
Like my nigga French : Yeah, I’m giving y’all a shout out
BS will be the best, there’s no doubt Inch’Allah
Like my nigga French : Yeah, I’m giving y’all a shout out
BS will be the best, there’s no doubt Inch’Allah

Pre chorus :
Glenn, get out the 5D camera, I’m about to get my dick sucked
I swear on the Coran that nothing is over, we’re gonna shoot at them
Do some push ups, cantine Fouiny in your jail cell
I fucked over the rap game, shit, she doesn’t take her birth control pills

Chorus :
Go fuck your mother, it’s mother’s day
Go fuck your mother, it’s mother’s day
Go fuck your mother, it’s mother’s day
Go fuck your mother, it’s mother’s day

2nd verse :
Bêta-Oméga-Oméga-Bêta, hum… Asba !
You run faster than Usain Bolt #SaïdAouita
“Autopsie”, “wesh zoulette”, knocked you out from the elites
Everyone is wondering why your ride or die homie wasn’t at the Zenith
Fucking loser, weird mentality, “there will only be one left”
Y’a qu’sur la glace que tes négros prendront tes patins (??)
Taekwondo, boxing, you still can’t fight
You drive a Lambo’ and your brothers follow you in a Jetta
How embarrassing, you got kicked out of a night club, yeah, cursed be the devil
But what kind of shitty artist refuses to take photos with his fans ?
I swear on your balding head that you’re a piece of shit
You’re soon 40 years old : get the fuck outta here
You hit little 17 year old kids, get the fuck outta here nigga, shit is getting critical
But in front of Dixon you run away, like an Olympic champion
Don’t forget that your father was a barman in a whore house
Wait, come to think of it…you’re maybe a son of a bitch !

Chorus :
Go fuck your mother, it’s mother’s day
Go fuck your mother, it’s mother’s day
Go fuck your mother, it’s mother’s day
Go fuck your mother, it’s mother’s day

3rd verse :
S-Kal, Banlieue Sale : sign with us
The others make shitty music, they make weird rap music
One-two, nutmeg, trick you, strike, hook kick
You didn’t wait to start playing soccer to get tackled
Robberies, money van, AK, rocket launcher, profits, retirement
Robberies, money van, cell phone, prison yard, visiting room, restaurant,container
You and your luck, you and your luck, sign with us : you’ll get an advance
Don’t try to test us, I’m warning you, black diamonds #Casamance
The bathrooms, the police stations are full of snitches
Very few believed in me, I came a long way since “J’avance”
#CDC4, in your pussy nigga
Ask the Bambaras, we’re fulling stadiums up

Pre chorus :
Glenn, get out the 5D camera, I’m about to get my dick sucked
I swear on the Coran that nothing is over, we’re gonna shoot at them
Do some push ups, cantine Fouiny in your jail cell
I fucked over the rap game, shit, she doesn’t take her birth control pills

Chorus :
Go fuck your mother, it’s mother’s day
Go fuck your mother, it’s mother’s day
Go fuck your mother, it’s mother’s day
Go fuck your mother, it’s mother’s day

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